Page 70 of Painting Her Fate

Christ, she isn’t wearing fucking panties. I know she had a pair on at the bar, I got a glimpse of a thong outline as she was bent over the cooler.

I wonder, were they so wet that she had to take them off the second she came home?

Let’s go with that.

I barely have enough time to shuck off the rest of my clothes before she pulls me on top of her, then her hand palms the back of my head and our lips find one another.

She fits so damn perfect beneath me.

Remember, Zander, take control. Don’t let her have it all.

I pull away to nibble her neck and find an enticing sweet spot just before her collarbone. She writhes beneath me as my fingers pluck, pinch, and tease one of her taut nipples. The other is then met with a flick of my tongue, making her arch into me, her moan sounding more as a whimper.

She tenses when I move further down her body, my surprise is evident when my lips encounter a vast section of marred flesh at the top of her ribs, right under her heart.More scars? Is the tattoo hiding more of these? Fuck.

How many are there?

“Don’t touch them.” She whispers, affronted.

“Do they hurt?” I ask, trailing a finger along her side and finding more.What in the actual fuck happened to this woman?I was expecting to find stretch marks telling me she’s had a child; I wasn’t expecting this. Lili hasn’t bore any children, she has markings of her own personal hell.

Lifting my head, I keep my face stony, not wanting her to glimpse my curiosity and underlying anger. I’m unable to make out her expression but I can sense the waves of irritation lapping at her shoreline. She gives no response as I knew she might, so I submit. “I won’t touch them anymore.” I make sure she knows I understand, but I also lend her the opportunity to throw me a bone. “I’m sorry -”

*Bitter* “Let it go, Zander.” She’s quick to cut off the beginnings of my apology.

Best keep the mood light. Got it.For now.

“What the mistress wants, the mistress shall have.” There is no way to miss her trembling as I delve lower. She’s nervous as well – or is it something else laying underneath the surface?

I hear her sigh in relief as my breath passes her torso to land at her perfectly trimmed mound. I move in close and instead kiss her inner thigh, my beard stubble rasping against her skin; the right amount of stubble for her to remember me tomorrow.

She groans, her hands fisting the bedding, “why must you bloody tease me?”

Part chuckle, part groan escapes from me as my body screams its protest.

It’s ladies first, always. You will get your turn.

My tongue takes its first stroke along her folds; she’s panting, her hips twitching in their silent pleading for more. I nuzzle her clit, only for a second, just enough to tease before I’m back lapping at her center. She tastes better than I could have ever dreamed. Lili is drenched, her body telling the full story of how bad she’s wanted this. All the blood rushes straight to my cock when I insert a finger and find just how tight my woman is.

“Ah – shite.” She moans, her hand gripping the bedsheet so tightly I’d thought it rip.

“Such a good girl,”I rumble, slowly moving my finger inside her, eager to play a sweet tune with her clit until she is coming undone.

Now this is an instrument I havealwaysbeen able to play.

“I am not a good girl.” She gives a breathy protest, her body rigid, and it take me a second to register her shaking.

Shit. Do I do something?I still my movements.

“No more,” she declares, shifting to her elbows. Lust and hidden meaning flare within her dark eyes. The mistress is back. “Condom. Now. Do not keep me waiting.”

Order received. It’s not the first I’ve had to bite my tongue; it won’t be the last. Mark my words, she will be coming all over my face soon enough.

I leave the bed, grab the condom from my pants pocket and open it as I make my way back. Lili moves to her knees on the bed, takes my cock in her hands and starts stroking. I’m unable to look away when I see her tongue dart out to lick the tip of pre come, then she wraps her lips around the head.

“God damn.”

I can’t let her have full control, but she is making this far too fucking difficult.

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